Regret, unfiltered anger, disappointment, hope, compassion, practical drug-coping information, dispiriting hookups, Jeff Buckley player-hating, Thanksgiving overdoses, Buzz Bin sausage making, unfiltered assholery, easy-to-decipher music-industry pseudonyms, 12-step knowledge, and a painfully honest look at how and why people turn to substance abuse all abound in Doughty’s new memoir, The Book of Drugs.
It covers Doughty’s experiences growing up in a military family, his education and first experiences with drugs and alcohol, his friendship with Jeff Buckley, and his antagonism with fellow Soul Coughing band members, his experience with 12-step programs, his travels to Ethiopia and Cambodia, his experience with bipolar disorder, and his post-Soul Coughing solo career.
Being in a band is often compared to being in a marriage. If that comparison holds, then Drugs is the Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? of music memoirs. No slight is left unturned. Doughty recruited the members of Soul Coughing while working at the downtown avant-hub the Knitting Factory. They were all about a decade older than he was and did little to hide their disdain for his talent; the middle section of his memoir is compendium of fantastically passive-aggressive dick moves, hotel-bill chicanery, self-defeating power plays, and unhealthy coping mechanisms.
It’s a fantastic read and we highly recommend it to all readers, recoverers, artists, and addicts.
Here’s an interview with Doughty from WNYC:
[h/t: Village Voice]